Princess Pain

Small and brown, thin, like paper bags

That I carried my lunch in,

That was the feeling of her skin

Huddled in my arms

As she wished her life away.

Eyes dark with troubles too heavy for her age, terrifying

Unforgettable description of perfect pain

Blinking to hide her soul for a second

As it spills from her in deep black rivers of liquid love

I bathe myself in her dirty waters.

Trembling leaves don’t compare, she shakes beneath me.

I ask about the bruises but she will not share.

My shirt clings, wet with her tears

And I bend over backwards to make her smile.

Shameless lust folds over onto her.

My Princess has been captured, is lost, her demons laugh

Stab her with razorblades while helpless I watch.

She sits alone beneath protective trees, like a fairy in the grass

Scraping words with her fingernails over her wrists

And she shoves me backwards when I reach for her hand.

Clinging to her stick bug form, desperately I watch

As a knight swoops in with golden locks

And as her tears dry in the light of her savoir,

Mine turn red and the demons descend

I mean nothing without her.

Sweet mouse turned snake, contemptuous and spitting

Wrapped in her constriction, I feel all my bones break.

The smile I fought for is twisted and cruel,

Deep eyes disappeared, all I see is a back

Walking away and holding hands with the worthy one.

So cry me a river and spit me a poem.

A broken heart with nowhere to put it.

I traded my soul for tears, metal, and blood.

That’s all I have left of my Princess,

Scars of what was.